Ankyra Sound frigid waters

After a time, Strand seemed to come back to herself, as much as was possible, anyway. There always seemed to be some part of her that was a little off-kilter. Having woken up on an island with no memory, and been attacked by a strange white wolf, there would probably always be some part of her that was… not quite right. She shook her head at such depressing thoughts and turned away from the sea—

There was a woman standing behind her. How much had she seen? Strand’s ears pulled back, embarrassed despite herself. Had she seen her yelling at the ocean. Annoyed at having been snuck up on, her ears pushed forward aggressively and she said, “What do you want?”